Destiny. I choose not to…
Wednesday, November 9th, 2005Guys, everyone. Hi back, at ngayon lang uli ako nag-post. Paaon ba ‘to, di ko alam kung saan ko sisimulan itong very disturbing topic na to eh. Siguro, talaga, sa pagkakakilala nyo sa akin, hindi pa ako nagpapakita ng galit, kahit kanino. Wala akong balak, at kahit kailan ay hindi ko gagawin. Well, technically, hindi sa tao ang galit ko ngayon. Sa pag-iisip nila sa isang bagay na kinagagalitan ko, ito yun. Mag eenglish muna ako for the next two paragraphs, kaya pasyensya sa walang balak mag call center ^_^.
Destiny. One would define this occassion as the planned meeting of two souls, their strings of destiny entwined. Others would give this as the inevitable happening of their dreams. For me, this is a lewd and very insensitive way of telling yourself that everything will become all right.
For me, and i have proven this, destiny does not exist. If this does exist, then why am i going against the current nature of man? Is it not a man’s destiny to follow his basic instincts? Or is it a destiny for me to go against what you see is impertinent disobedience to the law of our human nature? Then, which is which? What am i destined for? If i am destined, then what of you? This simple explanation of why destiny can’t exist is because, i choose it to be.
I have never believed the semisweet idea of being destined for one another. First of all, I don’t expect anyone to understand me, as me. There goes the perfect idea of someone desperately reaching for a hand that is not there. I therefore believe, that what you have, right now, is the hand that you have to take care of. I’ve seen two different people, striving against the odds, just to be one another, and i say, this isn’t the work of destiny, this is of their own choice. Their own choice. If fate proved to be working for them, then what of the other otions that could happen? Destiny cannot exist, because there is choice.
Do not believe what your ears is telling you. The sound that you hear may not be the sound that you do want to hear. Instead, it is your own hand, your own faith, that can really prove the ending of your own story. Believe me, once you figure this out, then you’ll know the true meaning of being an optimist.
Whew, so natapos din ako. Yun lang naman. See you folks, again next time, on The Jero Show!!